Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 392 - 340: Taking Keane to the Fairchild Residence (2)
Butler Forrest was also utterly shocked.
"This little boy’s appearance is just like the young master..."
"You think so too, don’t you?" Mrs. Fairchild was even more excited upon hearing this, and her gaze towards Maeve Lane grew much warmer and kind, though tinged with a hint of reproach.
Who would have thought Julian was so quiet about accomplishing such a big thing!
The child is already so grown up!
That Julian, surely he knows how much she wants to hold a grandchild, yet he brings him to meet her only now!
Thinking about this, Mrs. Fairchild felt a bit scared. If she hadn’t proactively smoothed over the relationship with Maeve Lane, would she not have seen her grandchild?
For the first time, she was so thankful for listening to Butler Forrest!
Butler Forrest stared at the little boy’s face in a daze for several seconds before nodding.
At this point, Maeve Lane had already brought Keane to the front entrance.
Mrs. Fairchild actually felt somewhat helpless, still wanting Maeve Lane to confirm verbally, "Is this your and Julian’s child?"
Keane spoke up before Maeve Lane, "No."
He said it decisively, with a faint smile on his lips.
Mrs. Fairchild felt as if she had been doused with a bucket of cold water.
"No?" She seemed unable to accept this answer, her gaze shifting from Keane’s face to Maeve Lane’s face, frowning, "Maeve Lane, did you teach him to say this?"
Maeve Lane said calmly, "No."
"No?" Mrs. Fairchild scrutinized Keane’s face once more, suspiciously saying, "Maeve Lane, perhaps I went a bit too far before, but you shouldn’t teach him to lie to me."
Looking at the little boy, he truly resembled Julian Fairchild from his childhood, practically a spitting image!
Maeve Lane didn’t want to discuss this in front of Keane, so she simply stated, "Keane was brought back by Julian Fairchild from the company’s parking lot, and he is not my or his child."
Finally, she added, "But you can still treat him as your grandchild; Julian Fairchild and I have already discussed recognizing Keane as a godson."
Saying this, Maeve Lane took Keane’s hand and went to the room first.
A few months ago, Julian Fairchild had Miles Hughes inform the residence’s staff that Maeve Lane would henceforth be the mistress of the house, thereby granting her the authority to arrange for Keane’s lodging.
She picked a room not far from both Julian Fairchild and herself, and although the Fairchild Residence was large, each room was maintained, so the room was quickly made ready.
Keane moved in. Maeve Lane pinched his cheeks, reminding him to come down for dinner, then went to tidy her own belongings.
Keane disliked others touching his belongings, thus insisted on doing it himself.
Just as he was resting, there was a gentle knock at the door.
Keane stopped what he was doing and went to the door, tiptoeing to open it.
Standing at the doorway was a person draped in a fur coat, exuding an indescribable air of nobility.
Following her was an uncle in a butler’s uniform.
It was Mrs. Fairchild and Butler Forrest.
Keane looked at them, "Anything I can help you with?"
The more Mrs. Fairchild looked at Keane, the more he resembled her grandson, desperately wishing he would immediately admit he was her grandchild.
Mrs. Fairchild invited Butler Forrest in, who glanced at Maeve Lane’s tightly closed door before finally closing the door.
He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, having to be so cautious even in his own home; he had never seen the lady in such a state in his lifetime.
Perhaps this was karma catching up, meeting a match so formidable.
Mrs. Fairchild was inwardly thrilled but didn’t know where to begin.
Steadying her emotions, she looked at Keane and said, "Now that it’s just the two of us, Keane, could you talk to grandma, are you really Julian and Maeve Lane’s child?"
Keane tilted his head, giving her a curious look.
Doesn’t the bad uncle’s mom know?
Seeing her subtly excited expression, he inexplicably had an uncertain feeling.
Yet, how could he explain the photo of Mama Maeve he saw before with that drunkard?
After a few seconds of silence, Keane shook his head, "No."
Mrs. Fairchild still didn’t believe it, she crouched down, her privileged hands softly brushing Keane’s hair.
Although Keane was a bit uncomfortable, he didn’t retreat. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
"If you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t ask further." Mrs. Fairchild switched to another question, "How old are you this year?"
Keane replied, "Five."
Five years old.
If she remembered correctly, then Maeve Lane was only eighteen or nineteen when she was pregnant with Keane.
At that time, Julian was also in college.
The audacity of the two, having a child behind her back!
Mrs. Fairchild suddenly didn’t know what to say.
Luckily, no news had reached her ears over these years. If it were any other woman besides Maeve Lane, she might have immediately used the child as leverage for her own advantage.
